The dream walker comes through a storm of nebulae
a basket of dreams emanating stars into the night
a fate’s bare feet dance into being a genesis of memory.
Fates as cell phones spin out our faith, tying possibilities into bars of probability
while we await a sleight-of-hand trick called free will to enter a philosophical debate
into the woven poem’s contest space, a misspelled word wishing it knew how to speak.
Would you weave through that door into an unknown space spilled with colors,
a sunset dream layered like tiled imagery with metaphor long forgotten? And then
what dreams would the walking fates hand down to you, three lovers long forgotten
who never forget you as they curse and bless your memories.
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“…a misspelled word wishing it knew how to speak.” I really like this line! 🙂 How many times my own proofreading has failed and it’s not just the misspelled word that wishes it knew how to speak. It’s an interesting concept thinking of the Fates as cellphones…who can ‘disconnect’ each ‘line’ as they wish.
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